Strangers When We Meet
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
21
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2,558
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87
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Chapter Six: Future
STRANGERS WHEN WE MEET
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AN: Ooh we're on our way!
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CHAPTER SIX: FUTURE
The truth was Bakura’s heart had never raced so fast as when he first lied eyes on Seto in the bar. He’d ran as fast as he could out of there before collapsing in a dark alley, just trying to catch his breath.
The image of Seto’s face when he had seen Bakura was engraved in his mind. He looked back at the dark bar from around the corner, he wanted to go back in, he wanted to see him again, but he couldn’t.
He paced up and down the alley nervously, checking the bar again and again, waiting for Seto to leave.
Maybe Seto didn’t care that he had seen Bakura, perhaps Bakura’s thoughts on the other over the last 10 years had not been reciprocated like he had hoped.
He felt the hard exterior he had formed over that time begin to melt away. Reminding him of what he had once felt as a child.
Seto was supposed to be dead.
The last thing Bakura had--taken from him 10 years ago.
But there he had been, inches from him, grabbing onto his jacket, staring hard at him in determination.
And it had scared him shitless, he had panicked, he had been scared for the first time in as long as he could remember.
He was growing more nervous, more impatient, waiting.
“I should leave.” He growled bitterly, punching the wall. He hated being vulnerable. Why couldn’t he just leave and never see him again? He’d gone 10 years without seeing him so what did it matter now? Couldn’t he just go on the rest of his life like he'd been, pretending he was dead? Pretending like it was just some nobody he had known as a child?
Bakura looked back to the bar. His heart jolted when he saw that familiar form step past the door, he watched Seto carefully as he stood in the doorway, he was looking out into the darkness, head turning each way down the alley before he began walking down the path, coming towards him unknowingly.
His heart pounded, his insides and thoughts and feelings a mess, but on the outside, he kept his hard exterior in place.
“Is it really you?” he spoke, his voice cracking slightly. He hated himself for showing that small weakness, cursing himself mentally.
Seto stopped, turning to the man.
“Bakura.”
Bakura smiled slightly, the gesture feeling foreign from being done so little. He nodded to Seto who gazed at him in a mixture of shock and relief.
Seto shook his head, taking a hesitant step towards the other, “I—I thought you were…they told me you were dead.”
“You too.”
Seto gave a nervous laugh, still staring at Bakura like he was seeing a ghost.
“Do you want to come with me?” Bakura asked.
Seto nodded, “Yeah.”
He didn't say anything as they walked, occasionally looking back to make sure Seto was still there, as if he expected him to disappear at any moment. His heart was still pounding, he tried to calm himself, walking the familiar darkened paths to his home. He stopped at the door, looking at Seto expectantly.
"Do you live here?" Seto asked, peeking past Bakura.
"Uh, yeah." Bakura nervously cleared his throat as he went inside. He sat down in the small, dusty room, an old abandoned building Bakura had found years ago. He lit a candle, setting it in front of him.
Seto smiled, cheeks slightly pink, "Its nice."
The rest of the room was cast in darkness as they sat huddled in the makeshift home, beginning to speak about the last 10 years.
“They want me to go to the palace tomorrow.” Seto began to break the silence.
“What for?” Bakura asked.
“I think they want me to be a priest.” Seto said, smiling slightly.
Bakura gave a small smile, “I’m happy for you.”
Seto gave Bakura a hesitant look, “Bakura, I remember you hated them…”
“Its okay,” Bakura cut in, “I know you aren’t like that.”
Seto smiled, looking down at the floor.
“Thanks.”
Bakura gave him a small nod, looking away. They both remained silent for a minute, before Seto looked back to Bakura. He watched him for a moment, he could still see features of when he’d known him as a child. He had the same smile, but Seto noticed he didn’t show it so easily anymore. Seto wasn’t sure what had happened to Bakura in the last 10 years, he seemed…changed.
“Bakura, are you…” Seto started, “Are you still going to kill them?”
Bakura paused, looking to Seto. He nodded his head, looking away, “Yeah.”
Seto didn’t say anything, watching Bakura carefully.
“I have to Seto.” Bakura started, “Its been eating away at me for 10 years now.”
Seto nodded, keeping his eyes locked with Bakura’s.
Bakura continued on, growing more passionate as he spoke, “I’ve spent a lot of time figuring everything out Seto, about the millennium items…these items that they wear, the 6 priests…” Bakura spoke quickly. “They were created when they killed my village. They killed them Seto so they could have more power.” He hissed, slamming his fist on the ground, startling Seto who was already confused as Bakura spoke about things he’d never even heard of. “But I’ll get them, I’ll kill each and every one of them, I’ll put them through hell and back again. When the Dark One rises they will all be crushed.” He vehemently ended.
Seto didn’t know how to respond , this anger Bakura had. It had changed him. He could still see the old Bakura but it was like his anger and resentment had been his sole focus these last 10 years.
"What if I become one of them?" Seto asked.
Bakura shrugged, "I don't know."
"I'm sorry Bakura." Seto quietly responded, Bakura looked surprised by the apology, shaking his head.
"Why? Seto, don't you want to do the same thing? Haven't you tried to find the men who burnt your village and kidnapped you?"
"No, I just want to move on and have a life again. If I dwell on the past any longer, I think I'd go insane."
Bakura couldn't understand, looking at Seto in confusion. "How?"
"After I escaped, I was thankful to be alive, I just didn't care anymore."
Bakura shook his head, looking away. "Well I can't do that."
Seto sighed, "Why?" He gently pleaded.
Bakura gritted his teeth, "Because." he stood up, pacing around the small room, Seto watched him.
Bakura sighed, "I'm sorry. Its all I ever think about. Its just...I've been alone since you left."
"So was I..."
Bakura smiled slightly, sitting back down.
"You can stay the night if you'd like."
"Okay..."
REVIEW REPLIES
mystralwind: oh that's okay! okay, well i'm not sure when i'll get to do it. i know it won't be this week but maybe next hopefully! :) yeah, i bet white hair would be quite memorable. lol.
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AN: Ooh we're on our way!
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CHAPTER SIX: FUTURE
The truth was Bakura’s heart had never raced so fast as when he first lied eyes on Seto in the bar. He’d ran as fast as he could out of there before collapsing in a dark alley, just trying to catch his breath.
The image of Seto’s face when he had seen Bakura was engraved in his mind. He looked back at the dark bar from around the corner, he wanted to go back in, he wanted to see him again, but he couldn’t.
He paced up and down the alley nervously, checking the bar again and again, waiting for Seto to leave.
Maybe Seto didn’t care that he had seen Bakura, perhaps Bakura’s thoughts on the other over the last 10 years had not been reciprocated like he had hoped.
He felt the hard exterior he had formed over that time begin to melt away. Reminding him of what he had once felt as a child.
Seto was supposed to be dead.
The last thing Bakura had--taken from him 10 years ago.
But there he had been, inches from him, grabbing onto his jacket, staring hard at him in determination.
And it had scared him shitless, he had panicked, he had been scared for the first time in as long as he could remember.
He was growing more nervous, more impatient, waiting.
“I should leave.” He growled bitterly, punching the wall. He hated being vulnerable. Why couldn’t he just leave and never see him again? He’d gone 10 years without seeing him so what did it matter now? Couldn’t he just go on the rest of his life like he'd been, pretending he was dead? Pretending like it was just some nobody he had known as a child?
Bakura looked back to the bar. His heart jolted when he saw that familiar form step past the door, he watched Seto carefully as he stood in the doorway, he was looking out into the darkness, head turning each way down the alley before he began walking down the path, coming towards him unknowingly.
His heart pounded, his insides and thoughts and feelings a mess, but on the outside, he kept his hard exterior in place.
“Is it really you?” he spoke, his voice cracking slightly. He hated himself for showing that small weakness, cursing himself mentally.
Seto stopped, turning to the man.
“Bakura.”
Bakura smiled slightly, the gesture feeling foreign from being done so little. He nodded to Seto who gazed at him in a mixture of shock and relief.
Seto shook his head, taking a hesitant step towards the other, “I—I thought you were…they told me you were dead.”
“You too.”
Seto gave a nervous laugh, still staring at Bakura like he was seeing a ghost.
“Do you want to come with me?” Bakura asked.
Seto nodded, “Yeah.”
He didn't say anything as they walked, occasionally looking back to make sure Seto was still there, as if he expected him to disappear at any moment. His heart was still pounding, he tried to calm himself, walking the familiar darkened paths to his home. He stopped at the door, looking at Seto expectantly.
"Do you live here?" Seto asked, peeking past Bakura.
"Uh, yeah." Bakura nervously cleared his throat as he went inside. He sat down in the small, dusty room, an old abandoned building Bakura had found years ago. He lit a candle, setting it in front of him.
Seto smiled, cheeks slightly pink, "Its nice."
The rest of the room was cast in darkness as they sat huddled in the makeshift home, beginning to speak about the last 10 years.
“They want me to go to the palace tomorrow.” Seto began to break the silence.
“What for?” Bakura asked.
“I think they want me to be a priest.” Seto said, smiling slightly.
Bakura gave a small smile, “I’m happy for you.”
Seto gave Bakura a hesitant look, “Bakura, I remember you hated them…”
“Its okay,” Bakura cut in, “I know you aren’t like that.”
Seto smiled, looking down at the floor.
“Thanks.”
Bakura gave him a small nod, looking away. They both remained silent for a minute, before Seto looked back to Bakura. He watched him for a moment, he could still see features of when he’d known him as a child. He had the same smile, but Seto noticed he didn’t show it so easily anymore. Seto wasn’t sure what had happened to Bakura in the last 10 years, he seemed…changed.
“Bakura, are you…” Seto started, “Are you still going to kill them?”
Bakura paused, looking to Seto. He nodded his head, looking away, “Yeah.”
Seto didn’t say anything, watching Bakura carefully.
“I have to Seto.” Bakura started, “Its been eating away at me for 10 years now.”
Seto nodded, keeping his eyes locked with Bakura’s.
Bakura continued on, growing more passionate as he spoke, “I’ve spent a lot of time figuring everything out Seto, about the millennium items…these items that they wear, the 6 priests…” Bakura spoke quickly. “They were created when they killed my village. They killed them Seto so they could have more power.” He hissed, slamming his fist on the ground, startling Seto who was already confused as Bakura spoke about things he’d never even heard of. “But I’ll get them, I’ll kill each and every one of them, I’ll put them through hell and back again. When the Dark One rises they will all be crushed.” He vehemently ended.
Seto didn’t know how to respond , this anger Bakura had. It had changed him. He could still see the old Bakura but it was like his anger and resentment had been his sole focus these last 10 years.
"What if I become one of them?" Seto asked.
Bakura shrugged, "I don't know."
"I'm sorry Bakura." Seto quietly responded, Bakura looked surprised by the apology, shaking his head.
"Why? Seto, don't you want to do the same thing? Haven't you tried to find the men who burnt your village and kidnapped you?"
"No, I just want to move on and have a life again. If I dwell on the past any longer, I think I'd go insane."
Bakura couldn't understand, looking at Seto in confusion. "How?"
"After I escaped, I was thankful to be alive, I just didn't care anymore."
Bakura shook his head, looking away. "Well I can't do that."
Seto sighed, "Why?" He gently pleaded.
Bakura gritted his teeth, "Because." he stood up, pacing around the small room, Seto watched him.
Bakura sighed, "I'm sorry. Its all I ever think about. Its just...I've been alone since you left."
"So was I..."
Bakura smiled slightly, sitting back down.
"You can stay the night if you'd like."
"Okay..."
REVIEW REPLIES
mystralwind: oh that's okay! okay, well i'm not sure when i'll get to do it. i know it won't be this week but maybe next hopefully! :) yeah, i bet white hair would be quite memorable. lol.
desertrosetemari: ah well that's quite good :) i like my arms. and writing would be difficult. xxoo